I don’t often write stories that contain much, if any, religion. I’m not a very religious person, not religious at all to be honest. As the quote says:
“The problem with writing about religion is that you run the risk of offending sincerely religious people, and then they come after you with machetes”
– Dave Barry
This is one of the few pieces I’ve written that contains a little religion. If I offend anyone, I do not apologize. I am not mocking religion and if you are offended you need to loosen up and relax a little. That or sharpen your machete and hunt me down.
This piece is a little rough, it’s only a second draft, but I like it so I’m going to leave it as is and hope for the best. Enjoy!
The Lord’s Prayer
“Our Father, who art in heaven,” Zackary whispered to himself as he surveyed the carnage that was once his ex-wife Sharon’s family room.
“Hallowed be thy name.” The walls and furniture were covered with a thick coat of bright red. Darker chunks of unidentifiable tissue were mixed in here and there but he saw no body which could have been the source.
“Thy Kingdom come.” His voice quivered as he drew the pistol from the holster on his hip.
“Thy will be done.” A trail of blood led straight to the bedroom door. He’d installed the solid oak door himself back when times were better.
“On Earth as it is in heaven.” He took a deep breath before stepping toward the door.
“Give us this day our daily bread.” His voice was barely audible as he pressed his ear to the door, listening intently.
“And forgive us our trespasses.” A sloppy chewing sound came from beyond the door. It reminded Zackary of the sound his dog Max made when given a ham bone. Under different circumstances it was a sound he enjoyed.
“As we forgive those who trespass against us.” He grasped the doorknob tightly and inhaled deeply.
“And lead us not into temptation.” His voice rose slightly as he lifted his gun and pushed the door inward.
“But deliver us from evil.” A creature that looked vaguely like Sharon was crouched over what was left of the mangled body of her new lover. She was holding what appeared to be a rib bone with both hands. Her blood soaked mouth was gnawing the morsel eagerly when Zackary burst into the room.
“For thine is the kingdom.” Zackary shouted as he squeezed the trigger several times. Sharon’s head flung backward as one of the three bullets entered her skull. The other two hammered into her chest.
“The power and the glory.” He was screaming at the top of his lungs. Sharon bounced off the wall behind her and tumbled forward off the bed, convulsing on the floor.
“Forever and ever.” Zackary lowered his voice back to a normal register and put his boot down on the fanged, slug-like creature that emerged from Sharon’s ear. He ground it into the carpet with a tear in his eye. Green sludge spewed from beneath his boot when the small creature with surprisingly tough skin finally burst open.